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THE 

SUPREME  SACRIFICE 

And   Other   Poems    in    Time   of  War 


BY 


JOHN    S.    ARKWRIGHT 


With  Illustrations  by 

BRUCE    BAIRNSFATHER 

WILMOT    LUNT 

LOUIS    RAEMAEKERS 

L.    RAVEN-HILL 


LONDON 

SKEFFINGTON     AND    SON,    LTD. 

34    SOUTHAMPTON    STREET,   STRAND,   W.C.  2 

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DEDICATION 


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ALFRED,    VISCOUNT   MILNER 

MEMBER  OF  THE  WAR  CABINET 

DECEMBER,  jgi6,  TO  APRIL,  igi8 

SECRETARY  OF  STATE  FOR  WAR 

APRIL,   igi8,  TO  JANUARY,  igig 

SECRETARY  OF  STATE  FOR  THE  COLONIES 

JANUARY,  I  gig 

THIS    VOLUME    IS    DEDICATED 

WITH  THE  RESPECT  AND  AFFECTION 

OF  ONE  WHO  WAS  PRIVILEGED 

TO  SEE  SOME  PART  OF  HIS  WORK  FOR  VICTORY 

IN  THAT  DARK  HOUR  WHICH  HERALDED  THE  DAWN 


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AUTHOR'S    PREFACE 

THE  majority  of  these  poems  were  first  written 
and  published  during  the  Great  War,  and 
especially  in  its  concluding  stages. 
They  are  reprinted  here  in  the  order  of  their  date, 
so  far  as  this  was  found  to  be  possible.  In  this  way 
they  form  a  loosely  connected  series  which  may 
serve  to  recall  something  of  the  successive  emotions 
felt  by  the  Nation  at  home  during  the  progress 
of  the  struggle. 

I  have  included  all  that  I  have  written  on  the 
very  sacred  theme  of  personal  loss  and  sorrow, 
in  the  hope  that  a  passage  here  and  there  may 
accomplish  some  of  the  purpose  for  which  I 
wrote  it.  In  this  connection  *' The  Last  Muster," 
dating  from  the  time  of  the  South  African  War, 
has  been  added  at  the  request  of  a  friend. 
#  #  #  #  # 

To  the  distinguished  Artists,  to  whom  this  little 


volume  will  owe  so  large  a  proportion  of  any  success 
that  it  may  meet  with,  I  tender  here  my  best  thanks, 
not  only  for  their  admirable  illustrations,  but  also  for 

their  unfailing  interest  and  encouragement. 

m  m  ^  m  m 

To  Mr.  Richard  Durnford  and  to  the  Reverend 
Sidney  Aurelius  Jones  I  am  greatly  indebted  for 
permission  to  publish  their  Latin  and  Welsh  versions 
of  "  The   Supreme   Sacrifice." 

These  will  be  found  in  the  Appendix. 

John  S.  Arkwright. 


CONTENTS 


PAGE 


The  Supreme  Sacrifice 17 

O  valiant  Hearts,  who  to  your  glory  came 

Requiescant 19 

Father,  we  bring  our  Dead  to  Thee, 

Hymn  for  Use  in  Time  of  War 20 

O  Thou  Whose  hand  is  over  all  Creation, 

"Missing!" 22 

TO  THE  MEMORY   OF  RED   CROSS  NURSES  DROWNED  AT  SEA 

When  at  the  last  the  deeps  reveal 

Till  Prayer  Prevail 23 

O  God  of  Might,  attend  our  anxious  Prayer — 

Nurse  Edith  Cavell 24 

Christ  is  my  Shepherd — He  shall  make  me  whole ; 

A  Prayer 25 

Take  me,  O  Lord,  beneath  Thy  tender  care. 

The  Pilgrim's  Way 26 

The  road  is  rough  before  his  feet, 


The  Padres 27 

Their  path  lay  all  tangled  about  them, 
Inscription  for  a  War  Memorial     ....       28 

They  do  not  die  who  fall  in  Freedom's  name  ; 

The  Young  Knight 29 

For  love  of  those  he  leaves  behind. 

They  Shall  not  Pass 30 

In  this  great  hour  of  final  things 

Zeebrugge 32 

What  craft  be  ye  that  sail  the  midnight  seas, 

France's  Day,  July  12th,  1918 33 

Constant  she  stands,  her  face  toward  the  storm, 

Britain.    Westminster  Abbey,  August  4th.  1918  .      34 

To-day  within  His  ancient  House — 

The  Civilian 36 

He  wasn't  an  anxious  Sailor 

The  Thin  Brown  Line 40 

The  Thin  Brown  Line  went  swinging  down  the  street, 

The  Crumbling  Shield 41 

strike  and  strike  hard  ! — the  staggering  monster  yields — 


PAGB 


Brussels 42 

O  who  is  this  who  comes 

Armistice 43 

Bow  down,  Old  Land,  at  the  altar-steps  of  God  ; 

Buckingham  Palace,  November  nth,  1918       .       .      44 
A  thousand  storms  have  gathered  on  our  coast — • 

Welcome 45 

You  who  went  out  on  the  troubled  seas, 

A  Hymn  of  Victory       .......      46 

Lift  up  your  heads.  Eternal  Gates, 

The  Scout 48 

The  day  is  ours — the  clamorous  bells  ring  out. 

Litany  at  Christmas-tide 49 

God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

In  Judah's  Fields 51 

Long  years  ago,  as  men  their  flocks  were  tending, 

Versailles 52 

From  judgments  on  the  sand  upreared 

To  THE  British  Navy 53 

Yours  was  no  naked  shield,  no  first  campaign ; 

Of  the  Men  of  an  Inland  County  ....      54 

Theirs  was  no  song  of  the  Sea  to  hasten  the  veins  in  their 
courses, 


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Almighty,  Who  dost  reign  Alone    .       .       .       .      56 

Almighty,  WTio  dost  reign  alone. 

The  Hand  of  God 58 

Some  said  that  Faith  had  passed  for  evermore, 

Land  of  Our  Love 59 

Land  of  our  love,  with  grief  and  glory  crowned. 

For  Remembrance — Roses 61 

Isle  of  storm  and  sunshine. 

Banners  in  the  Abbey 62 

Back  to  the  sea-girt  cradle  of  your  race, 

Victory  and  Remembrance 63 

[ode  for  music] 

The  Last  Muster,  1901 68 

We  that  are  dead  on  the   veld,   whose  bones   on   the 
hillside  are  sleeping. 

Vox  iETERNA 72 

Oh !  there  are  thunderings  and  there  are  deep  waters ; 

APPENDIX. 

Versions  of  "  The  Supreme  Sacrifice  *' 

Omnia  Patriae,  Nihil  Sibi     .       .       .       •       •       •      75 

Magnanimi  fratres,  ferrum  quibus  inter  et  ignes 

By  R.  DURNFORD 

MoLAWD  Y  Marw 77 

Chwi  ddewrion  rai,  a  gawsoch  wobr  m^d. 

By  SIDNEY  AUREUUS  JONES 


LIST   OF    ILLUSTRATIONS 


Facing  page 

The  Supreme  Sacrifice .17 

L.  Raven-Hill 


"  Missing  !  '* 22 

WiLMOT  LUNT 

(From  the  original  desip-.  by  W.  F.  BLOOD) 

The  Pilgrim's  Way 26 

Bruce  Bairnsfather 


The  Young  Knight 29 

L.  Raven-Hill 


France's  Day 33 

L.  Raven-Hill 


The  Civilian 36 

Louis  Raemaekbrs 


The  CrumbUng  Shield 41 

I-ouis  Raemaekbrs 


Facing  page 

The  Scout 48 

Louis  Raemaekers 


The  Hand  of  God 58 

Louis  Raemaekers 


For  Remembrance — Roses 61 

L.  Raven-Hill 


XVl 


THE    SUPREME    SACRIFICE 

O  VALIANT  Hearts,  who  to  your  glory  came 
Through  dust  of  conflict  and  through  battle- 
flame  ; 
Tranquil  you  lie,  your  knightly  virtue  proved, 
Your  memory  hallowed  in  the  Land  you  loved. 

Proudly  you  gathered,  rank  on  rank  to  war, 
As  who  had  heard  God's  message  from  afar  ; 
All  you  had  hoped  for,  all  you  had,  you  gave 
To  save  Mankind — yourselves  you  scorned  to  save. 

Splendid  you  passed,  the  great  surrender  made. 
Into  the  light  that  nevermore  shall  fade  ; 
Deep  your  contentment  in  that  blest  abode, 
Who  wait  the  last  clear  trumpet-call  of  God. 


17 


Long  years  igo,  as  earth  lay  dark  and  still, 
Rose  a  loud  cry  upon  a  lonely  hill, 
While  in  the  frailty  of  our  human  clay 
Christ,  our  Redeemer,  passed  the  self-same  way. 

Still  stands  His  Cross  from  that  dread  hour  to  this 
Like  some  bright  star  above  the  dark  abyss  ; 
Still,  through  the  veil,  the  Victor*s  pitying  eyes 
Look  down  to  bless  our  lesser  Calvaries. 

These  were  His  servants  ;    in  His  steps  they  trod 
Following  through  death  the  martyr 'd  Son  of  God  : 
Victor  He  rose  ;    victorious  too  shall  rise 
They  who  have  drunk  His  cup  of  Sacrifice. 

O  risen  Lord,  O  Shepherd  of  our  Dead, 

Whose  Cross  has  bought  them  and  Whose  Staff  has 

led— 
In  glorious  hope  their  proud  and  sorrowing  Land 
Commits  her  Children  to  Thy  gracious  hand. 


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REQUIESCANT 

FATHER,  we  bring  our  Dead  to  Thee, 
And  Thou  wilt  fold  them  close  upon  Thy 
breast, 
And  for  a  little  season  they  shall  be 
At  rest. 

Loved  Ones,  they  kept  our  honour  well. 

In  storm-swept  rampart  and  on  dreadful  deep, 

Ere  yet  this  glory  touched  them  and  they  fell 
Asleep. 


A  little  sleep  before  the  dawn, 

A  veil  of  shadow  over  weary  eyes, 
And  then  shall  come  the  trumpet-voice  of  morn — 

"  Arise  !  " 


19 


HYMN    FOR    USE    IN    TIME 
OF    WAR 

OTHOU  Whose  hand  is  over  all  Creation, 
Whose    word  hath    sent    the  planets   on 
their  race, 
Hath  laid  the  mountains  on  their  sure  foundation, 

And  taught  the  tides  their  season  and  their  place  ; 
Thy  voice  is  heard  of  all  men  in  the  thunders. 

The  fear  of  Thee  is  on  the  peoples'  lips, 
And  we  have  known  Thy  works  and  seen  Thy  wonders 
Who  put  to  sea  in  ships. 

Thine  eyes  behold  the  earth's  remotest  regions, 
Her  great  ones  tremble  at  Thy  dread  decree, 

Their  fleets  are  Thine,  Thy  hand  is  on  their  legions, 
In  all  the  world  there  is  no  God  save  Thee. 

Except  Thou  guard  the  host  when  it  is  sleeping 
The  strength  of  kings  shall  turn  to  them  again, 

Except  Thou  take  the  city  in  Thy  keeping 
The  watchman  wakes  in  vain. 


20 


Thou  only  art  of  Victory  the  Giver  ; 

Our  ears  have  heard  the  tales  our  Fathers  told — 
How  they  did  cry,  and  how  Thou  didst  deliver, 

And  led'st  their  armies  in  the  time  of  old  ; 
Our  eyes  have  seen  Thy  mercy  still  unbroken. 

Thy  strong  right  arm  outstretched  above  our  way, 
Vouchsafe  Thy  children  yet  another  token 
And  go  with  us  to-day. 

Go  forth,  O  God,  in  majesty  most  glorious 
Before  our  armies  as  in  days  of  yore. 

And,  with  Thine  aid  that  we  may  be  victorious, 
Grant  us  Thy  grace  that  we  may  praise  Thee  more  ; 

What  time  soe'er  the  angry  tempest  gathers. 

When  through  our  land  the  noise  of  battle  flies. 

For  Thy  great  Name,  Jehovah  of  our  Fathers, 
O  Lord  our  God,  arise  ! 


*' MISSING !'' 


TO    THE    MEMORY   OF    RED   CROSS   NURSES 
DROWNED   AT   SEA 


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HEN  at  the  last  the  deeps  reveal 
The  treasure  they  have  stored — 
When  the  victorious  trumpets  peal 
For  the  coming  of  the  Lord — 
In  glory  then  shall  these  arise 
To  take  their  crowns  in  fee, 
Who  hallowed  by  their  sacrifice 
His  altars  in  the  sea. 


To  face  p.  ■2-i.\ 


TILL    PRAYER    PREVAIL 

OGOD  of  Might,  attend  our  anxious  Prayer — 
Uphold  our  brethren  wheresoever  they  be, 
In  far-off  lands,  dread  spaces  of  the  air, 
Or  trackless  deeps  of  Thy  tumultuous  sea  ; 
Grant  them  Thy  strength,  that  they  may  greatly  dare 
And  greatly  triumph,  rendering  thanks  to  Thee. 

Grant  Thou  Thy  strength  no  less  to  us  who  wait — 
That  we,  through  pain  and  sacrifice,  may  stand 

Firm  in  the  ancient  faiths  that  made  us  great, 
True  to  the  honour  of  our  Mother  Land  ; 

Till  Prayer  prevail ;   and  Victory,  soon  or  late, 
Fall,  as  of  old,  from  out  Thy  gracious  hand. 


23 


NURSE    EDITH    CAVELL 

CHRIST   is    my    Shepherd— He  shall    make 
me  whole  ; 
Evil  has  fallen  upon  me,  and  the  foe 
Has  risen  against  me  ;    but  in  Him  I  know 
Green  pastures  and  still  waters  for  my  soul. 

Yea,  I  must  walk  through  the  shadowy  vale  of  death. 
Yet  what  is  that,  following  His  staff  and  rod — 
My  Saviour — ^who  could  call  at  once  on  God 

To  roll  the  heavens  aside,  as  at  a  breath  ! 


24 


A    PRAYER 

TAKE  me,  O  Lord,  beneath  Thy  tender  care, 
For  I  have  lost  my  Loved  One  in  the  strife  ; 
And  earth  is  dark,  that  lately  seemed  so  fair. 
And  death  has  overshadowed  all  my  life. 

I  know  he  goes  henceforth  from  strength  to  strength, 
But  I  am  weak,  O  Lord,  as  he  is  strong  ; 

I  know  that  I  shall  see  his  face  at  length, 
But  now  the  path  is  hard,  the  way  is  long. 

He  stands  transfigured  in  the  Light  Divine, 

Free  from  all  sorrow  to  eternity  ; 
But  I  must  hold  Thy  pierced  hand  in  mine, 

O  Saviour  Christ,  for  I  have  need  of  Thee. 


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THE    PILGRIM'S    WAY 

THE  road  is  rough  before  his  feet, 
He  knows  not  where  the  end  may  lie ; 
The  thunder  and  the  darkness  meet 
To  bar  his  path  in  earth  and  sky. 

But  Truth  and  Honour  nerve  his  arm, 
And  Faith  is  yet  his  shield  and  stay  ; 

And  God  will  save  his  soul  from  harm 
Who  dares  to  tread  the  Pilgrim's  Way. 


To  face  /.  26.] 


THE    PADRES 

THEIR  path  lay  all  tangled  about  them, 
And  a  desperate  load  they  bore, 
But  they  followed  the  track  of  a  lantern 
That  went  through  the  darkness  before. 

And  they  pointed  it  out  to  the  others. 
How  clear  and  how  certain  it  showed — 

The  only  guide  on  the  hillside. 
The  one  true  light  of  the  road. 

And  they  said  to  them,  "  It  is  the  Master, 
With  the  lamp  in  His  hand  aglow  ; 

He  was  acquainted  with  sorrow, 
There  is  nothing  He  does  not  know." 


27 


INSCRIPTION    FOR    A    WAR 
MEMORIAL 


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HEY  do  not  die  who  fall  in  Freedom's  name  ; 
Their    souls    live    on,    a    pure    and    holy 
flame  ; 

If  Freedom  e'er  again  their  aid  requires 
Here  let  her  come  to  light  her  ancient  fires. 


28 


To  face  p.  29. 


THE    YOUNG    KNIGHT 

FOR  love  of  those  he  leaves  behind, 
For  all  that  home  and  honour  mean, 
For  the  long  centuries  that  have  been 
And  for  the  future  of  Mankind — 

He  lifts  the  Cross,  he  drav^^s  the  blade, 
He  gives  his  manhood — scarce  begun  ; 
God  shield  him  till  the  set  of  sun 

On  this  the  holiest,  last  Crusade  ! 


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THEY    SHALL    NOT  PASS 


I 


N  this  great  hour  of  final  things 
Scornful  and  clear  our  challenge  rings- 
They  shall  not  pass  ! 


Should  long  despair  give  heart  of  grace 
To  brave  us  in  the  old  sea  ways — 
They  shall  not  pass. 

Where  tempests  tear  the  shuddering  land 
Firm  we  have  stood  and  firm  we  stand— 
They  shall  not  pass. 

Nor  theirs  the  empire  of  the  skies, 
No  murderers'  triumph  that  way  lies  ! 
They  shall  not  pass. 


30 


In  forge  and  factory,  mart  and  mine, 
Where  runs  our  stubborn  battle-line, 
They  shall  not  pass. 

Nor  shall  a  dauntless  People  yield 
For  any  toil  in  fold  or  field — 
They  shall  not  pass. 


The  clarion  voices  of  our  Past 
Ring  high  above  the  battle-blast^ — 
"  They  shall  not  pass.'' 

"  Not  once  or  twice  has  envious  hate 
Hurled  its  vain  thunders  on  the  gate.'' 

**  Not  once  or  twice  has  tempest-shock 
Been  torn  and  broken  on  the  rock." 

"  Not  once  or  twice  did  God  arise 
To  scatter  all  our  enemies." 

**  He  is  in  heaven  ;    all  will  be  well  : 
The  powers  of  darkness  and  of  hell 
They  shall  not  pass  !  " 


ZEEBRUGGE 

A     VISION     ON     THE     WAY 

"  W  'W"  "THAT  craft  be  ye  that  sail  the  midnight 
%/%/  seas, 

▼    T  And  what  may  be  your  burden,  or  your 

task  ?  '' 
''  We  have  no  speech  for  watches  such  as  these, 
And  who  art  thou  who  dost  make  bold  to  ask  ?  " 

"  I  ask  as  one  who  has  e*er  now  made  bold, 
And  fain  would  know  the  matter  of  your  quest — " 

**  Hast  thou  then  ever  been  a  boy,  of  old, 
Creeping  by  night  to  rob  a  hornet's  nest  ?  " 

"  Ay,  have  I,  and  I  found  it  perilous  sweet. 
Without  the  compass  of  a  single  star  ; 

I  know  not  even  that  my  pulses  beat 
More  joyful  fast  the  eve  of  Trafalgar  !  " 


3* 


To  face  p.  33.] 


FRANCE'S    DAY 

July  I2th,  1918 

CONSTANT  she  stands,  her  face  toward  the 
storm, 
Where  lightnings  gather  and  where  tem- 
pests form  ; 
Barring  the  path  of  tyranny's  advance, 
Unconquered  and  unconquerable  France  ! 


33 


BRITAIN 

WESTMINSTER    ABBEY,    AUGUST    4TH,    1918 

TO-DAY  within  His  ancient  House — 
The  hallowed  courts  our  Fathers  trod- 
She  seeks  the  altars  of  her  God, 
To  make  renewal  of  her  vows. 

High  vows  for  truth  and  honour  sworn, 
The  sword  she  drew  for  righteousness, 
Again  she  asks  that  He  will  bless 

These — and  her  heavy  Crown  of  Thorn  ! 

And  now,  the  great  petition  made. 
Her  last  entreaty  spoken  low — 
She  stands — ere  yet  she  turns  to  go — 

With  quickened  heart  and  lifted  head. 


34 


Her  heart  is  fixed  ;  before  her  lies 
The  inexorable  road  again — 
The  shadowy  vale  of  death  and  pain, 

The  stormy  heights  of  sacrifice. 

But  she  must  follow  truth  and  right, 
For  truth  and  right  will  guide  her  still, 
Like  beacons  on  the  distant  hill. 

Or  trumpets  calling  through  the  night. 

The  night  shall  pass  ;   and  she  behold 
Above  her,  at  the  break  of  day, 
The  Hand  that  led  her  on  her  way 

Outstretched  in  mercy,  as  of  old. 


35  C2 


THE    CIVILIAN 

(WRITTEN    FOR    RECITATION) 

HE  wasn't  an  anxious  Sailor 
When  he  heard  the  drums  of  Drake, 
Nor  yet  a  Soldier  watching 
His  post,  for  the  Old  Land's  sake  ; 
But  an  overwrought  Civilian 
Who  lay  in  his  bed  awake. 

All  day  long  in  the  business 

He  had  toiled,  with  a  weary  pen, 
To  do  the  work  he  was  there  for. 

And  the  work  of  two  other  men — 
Absent  men  who  were  present. 

As  it  seemed  to  him,  now  and  again. 

Their  footsteps  had  seemed  to  pass  him, 

He  had  felt  their  shadows  fall, 
As  he  worked  and  he  prayed  in  the  office, 

Seeing,  beyond  it  all. 
The  Fighting  Men  of  his  Country, 

Hard  pressed,  with  their  backs  to  the  wall. 


To  face  p.  36.  ] 


And  now,  as  he  lay  and  listened 

To  the  city's  mingled  hum, 
There  were  voices  that  cried,  **  Are  you  coming  ?  " 

And  voices  that  answered,  "  We  come." 
Then,  suddenly,  close  at  his  bedside, 

The  rattle  and  roar  of  a  drum  ! 

Rattle  and  roar  on  the  casement. 

Drumming  and  din  on  the  doors. 
Wrath  and  fury  and  frenzy 

Shaking  the  ceilings  and  floors. 
Like  a  hurricane  raging  landwards. 

And  hurling  itself  on  the  shores. 

Then,  to  the  thrash  of  the  whirlwind 
And  the  swift  strong  beat  of  the  main 

The  age-long  story  of  England 

Pulsed  and  throbbed  through  his  brain  ; 

Then  the  drums  died  away  in  the  distance — 
The  night  was  silent  again. 

He  had  leapt  in  amaze  to  the  window. 

To  see  but  a  quiet  street, 
Where  was  no  wrack  of  the  whirlwind. 

No  echo  of  rescuing  feet, 
But  calm  and  an  utter  stillness 

Where  the  clamours  had  seemed  to  meet. 


37 


Below  him  an  early  workman 

Was  scanning  a  late  gazette, 
In  front  was  a  statesman's  window 

Where  the  lamp  was  burning  yet, 
While  beyond  w^ere  the  labouring  factories 

Flinging  up  clouds  of  jet. 

Thenceforward  his  thoughts  went  wandering 

Wherever  the  fancy  led, 
Till  another  fateful  daybreak 

Startled  him  overhead. 
And  mindful  again  of  the  business 

He  turned  for  rest  to  his  bed. 

And  this  time  slumber  found  him. 
And  in  dreams  from  fear  set  free 

The  Line  that  once  had  wavered 
Marched  forth  to  victory. 

While  a  host  of  holy  angeJs 
Circled  the  Fleets  at  sea. 

He  was  first  that  day  at  the  office, 

Waiting  and  eager  to  start ; 
Pale,  and  a  little  weary, 

But  with  strange  new  strength  at  his  heart. 
Though  he  spoke  to  none  of  a  vision 

Or  a  knowledge  of  things  apart. 


38 


If  he  thought  that  the  drums  were  Drake's  drums 

He  noised  it  not  abroad  ; 
But  he  knew  that  the  day  would  be  England's 

In  the  hoiu*  ordained  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  that  he,  a  simple  Civilian — 

He  too  had  carried  a  sword. 


39 


THE    THIN    BROWN    LINE 

THE  Thin  Brown  Line  went   swinging  down 
the  street, 
You  and  your  comrades,  our  bravest  and 
our  best ; 
The  voice  of  honour  called,  and  you  went  the  foe  to 
meet 
Who  had  broken  honest  faith  in  the  West. 

Your  Thin  Brown  Line  it  bent,  but  never  broke, 
God  gave  you  strength  in  the  burning,  fiery  test ; 

O  Gallant  Little  Band,  who  took  the  tyrant's  stroke, 
And  gathered  up  his  spear-heads  to  your  breast ! 

Your  Thin  Line  now  is  a  rising,  mighty  tide, 
Justice  and  judgment  dawn  for  the  oppressed, 

And  to-day,  dear  Heart  of  Mine,  you  stood  so  near 
my  side 
That  I  think  the  tidings  reach  you — ^where  you  rest. 


40 


To  face  p.  4 


THE    CRUMBLING    SHIELD 

STRIKE     and     strike     hard !— the    staggering 
monster  yields — 
His  courage  sinks,  his  strength   is  faiUng  fast, 
All  that  men  died  for  on  a  thousand  fields 
Is  triumphing  at  last ! 


41 


BRUSSELS 

OWHO  is  this  who  comes 
To  the  throbbing  of  the  drums, 
To  the  laughter  and  the  cheers, 
And  the  cries  of  the  prisoned  years  ? 

And  who  is  at  his  side 
With  her  soft  eyes  open  wide, 
And  a  clutching  at  her  heart. 
For  fear  the  dream  depart  ? 

Sweet  Queen,  it  shall  not  fade. 

But  shall  live,  a  beautiful  thing, 
When  to  long  rest  are  laid 

You  and  your  valorous  King, 
And  the  centuries  tell  of  the  days  of  wrath 
And  the  Lion  who  stood  in  the  Traitor's  path, 


4* 


ARMISTICE 

BOW  down,  Old  Land,  at  the  altar-steps  of 
God; 
Thank   Him   for    Peace  —  thank     Him    for 
Victory  ; 
But  chiefly  thank  Him  that  thy  feet  have  trod 
The  path  of  honour  in  the  Agony. 


43 


BUCKINGHAM    PALACE 

November  nth,  1918 

A  THOUSAND  storms   have   gathered  on  our 
coast — 
^     Gathered  and  raged  and  passed, 
Full-charged  with  fury  and  with  foreign  boast, 
But  never  as  this  last. 

We  have  had  Kings  who  from  their  island  throne 

Defied  the  tyrants'  yoke  ; 
Honoured  they  sleep — ^but  on  this   King  alone 

The  final  Terror  broke. 

He  led  his  land  by  wise  and  faithful  ways 

Through  war's  long  years  of  hell. 
So  that  we  wished  him  peace  and  length  of  days 

When  the  great  End  befell. 


44 


WELCOME 

YOU  who  went  out  on  the  troubled  seas, 
With  death  below  you  and  death  above, 
O  come  you  hither  to  take  your  ease 
In  the  little  green  island,  the  land  of  your  love. 

You  who  stood  firm  on  the  tortured  lands, 
Where  night  was  torment  and  day  was  hell, 

O  turn  you  homeward  to  clasp  the  hands 
And  to  kiss  the  lips  that  you  love  so  well. 

You  who  went  up  to  the  sky  in  planes. 

Where  the  wild  wet  wings  of  the  storm  are  driven. 

There's  a  welcome  awaits  you 'in  streets  and  lanes, 
Where  the  Old  Flag  floats  to  a  ransomed  heaven  ! 

As  honour  did  call,  so  love  doth  call. 

As  honour  makes  gods,  so  love  makes  men. 

And  it's  Welcome  !  Welcome  !  to  one  and  to  all. 
Welcome  !  Welcome  !  again  and  again. 


45 


A    HYMN    OF    VICTORY 

LIFT  up  your  heads,  Eternal  Gates, 
Ye  deathless  doors  of  prayer  and  praise  ; 
-^     The  Lord  of  everlasting  days. 
On  Whom  the  whole  creation  waits, 
The  King  of  Kings,  and  only  He, 
Hath  wrought  for  us  the  victory. 

But  yesterday,  beneath  His  rod. 

In  dust  and  deep  affliction  bowed. 

We  cried,  *  Look  forth  from  out  the  cloud. 
Nor  tarry  long,  O  Lord  our  God,' 

And  even  as  we  sorrowed  most 

His  Angel  went  before  the  host. 

Thou  Who  didst  give  the  mastery. 

Teach  us,  the  stewards  of  Thy  gift. 

Above  the  battle-field  to  lift 
The  Cross  that  draws  Mankind  to  Thee  ; 

And  bid  us  hear,  beyond  the  strife, 

The  pleading  of  the  Prince  of  Life  : 


"  If,  England,  thou  wilt  only  know 

The  things  that  to  thy  peace  belong, 
Then  shall  the  Lord,  in  battle  strong. 
All  ways  about  thy  ramparts  go  ; 
Beneath  His  wings  thy  living  keep. 
While  in  His  care  thy  dead  shall  sleep. 

"  Without  His  grace  thy  toil  is  vain  ; 
Thine  house  is  built  upon  the  sand  ; 
The  might  of  His  maintaining  hand 
Alone  can  make  thy  greatness  gain  ; 
Be  strong  for  Him,  to  do  His  will. 
So  shall  He  guide  and  guard  thee  still/' 

Lift  up  your  heads,  Eternal  Gates, 

Ye  deathless  doors  of  prayer  and  praise  ; 
His  love  is  over  all  our  ways, 

His  mercy  wearies  not  nor  waits  ; 

Through  length  of  endless  years  the  same 
For  those  whose  help  is  in  His  Name. 


47 


.       THE    SCOUT 

THE  day  is  ours — -the  clamorous  bells  ring 
out, 
The   Old   Land   hears,  in   city,   hill   and 
dale  ; 
Sleep  soft  on  Earth's  kind  breast,  my  Little  Scout, 
'Twas  you  who  blazed  the  trail. 


To  face  /> 


LITANY    AT   CHRISTMAS-TIDE 


G 


OD  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Holy  Ghost ; 
Hear  us  from  the  Great  White 
Throne 
For  our  Loved  and  Lost. 


God  the  Father,  in  Whose  sight 

All  our  grief  lies  bare, 
In  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  might 

Grant  our  humble  prayer. 

God  the  Son,  Who  wast  a  Child 

Once  in  Bethlehem, 
Born  of  human  Mother  mild. 

Plead  for  us  and  them. 


49 


Son  of  Man,  Whose  mortal  cry 

Rang  on   Calvary's   hill, 
Help  us  in  our  agony 

Thee  to   follow  still. 

God  the  Holy  Ghost,  be  Thou 

Guest  in  every  home, 
Comforter  in  darkness   now, 

Light  of  things  to  come. 

God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Holy   Ghost, 
Hear  us  from  the  Great  White  Throne 

For  our  Loved  and  Lost. 


50 


IN    JUDAH'S    FIELDS 

LONG  years  ago,  as  men  their  flocks  were  tending, 
In  Judah's  fields  beneath  the  starry  height, 
-^Came  a  great  shout  of  angel  hosts  descending, 
And  a  great  song  of  glory  in  the  night. 

Still  through  the  night  the  angel  hosts  are  crying  ; 

Now,  as  of  old,  the  herald's  trump  is  blown  ; 
While,  through  the  shadows  of  the  old  year  dying, 

This  wistful  earth  draws  near  a  Manger  throne. 

Glory  to  God,  Hosanna  in  the  highest. 
Glory  to  God,  who  maketh  wars  to  cease  ; 

Glory  to  Thee  who  in  the  Manger  liest ; 
In  heaven  be  glory  and  on  earth  be  peace. 


51  D    2 


F 


VERSAILLES 

ROM  judgments  on  the  sand  upreared 
Because  they  know  no  grace  of  Thee, 
From  fear  of  being  justly  feared— 
In  equal  measure  keep  us  free  ; 
Before  Thy  bar  we  stand  alike, 
Whether  we  pardon  or  we  strike. 


52 


TO    THE    BRITISH    NAVY 

YOURS  was  no  naked  shield,  no  first  cam- 
paign ; 
Your  name  was  blazoned  and  your  deeds 
enrolled  ; 
There  were  no  proud  young  laurels  you  could  gain 
Who  had  abundant  glory  from  of  old. 

You  dreamed  no  lustful  dream  of  stolen  power, 
Nor  sighed  to  hear  the  dreadful  thunders  hurled  ; 

Yet  you  delivered,  in  the  evil  hour. 

Not  one  great  Kindred  only,  but  a  World. 

And  thus  you  far  excelled  your  ancient  fame, 
And  far  outran  your  storied,  old  renown. 

Who  lion-hearted  purged  the  Sea  from  shame. 
And  iron-handed  held  the  assassin  down. 


S3 


OF  THE  MEN  OF  AN  INLAND 
COUNTY 

THEIRS  was  no  song  of  the  Sea  to  hasten 
the  veins  in  their  courses, 
Theirs  was  no  call  of  the  deep  to  quicken 
the  pulse  of  the  blood, 
They  had  not  sported  as  children  with  the  manes  of 
the  wild  white  horses, 
Or  watched  the  adventurous  ships  go  out  on  the 
ocean  flood. 

Children  were  they  of  the  stream  and  the  field,  of  the 
hill  and  the  forest ; 
Yet  were  they  one  at  the  call  with  the  rest  of  their 
resolute  race — 
Fearless  they  flung  them  to  battle  wherever  the  need 
was  the  sorest, 
Yielding  to  none  in  the  pride  of  the  first  and  the 
perilous  place. 


54 


We  will  remember  them  when  the  sun  rises  up,  and  at 
even, 
Long  as  the  winds  of  the  West  shall  sing  through 
the  hills  of  the  Free  ; 
Long  as  the  stream  shall  flow,  and  Wye  go  down  to 
the  Severn, 
Long  as  the  tide  shall  roll  and  Severn  sweep  to 
the  Sea. 


55 


ALMIGHTY,    WHO    DOST    REIGN 
ALONE 

j4  LMIGHTY,  Who  dost  reign  alone, 
/  %    With   earth   Thy  footstool,   heaven  Thy 
-A-      JL     throne  ; 

Whose  hand  this  mighty  arch  did  span, 
Who  knowest  all  the  heart  of  Man  ; 
In  prayer,  in  praise,  about  Thy  feet 
The  children  of  an  Empire  meet. 


In  Freedom's  name  we  drew  the  blade. 
And  sought  Thy  favour  unafraid  ; 
To-day  we  render  thanks  for  these 
Thy  gifts  of  victory  and  peace  ; 
Make  clear  our  sight,  our  eyes  uplift, 
To  see  the  Giver  in  the  gift. 


56 


As  falls,  in  this  tremendous  hour, 

The  tyrant's  dream  of  pride  and  power, 

O  make  the  holier  vision  plain 

Of  faith  and  honour  among  men  ; 

Make  clean  our  hearts,  our  strength  renew, 

For  all  that  Thou  wouldst  have  us  do. 


So  build  us  up  that  we  may  be 

A  tower  of  witness  unto  Thee  ; 

A  beacon  height  from  which  shall  flame 

The  splendour  of  Thy  glorious  Name  ; 

In  thunder-crash  and  tempest-shock 

A  castle  founded  on  the  rock. 


57 


THE    HAND    OF    GOD 

SOME  said  that  Faith  had  passed  for  evermore, 
No  vision  now  could  lead  a  man  to  die — 
And  then,  from  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Rang  the  loud  challenge — ^rose  the  swift  reply. 

''  Too  hard,"  they  said,  *'  this  pathway  to  be  trod  "— 
"  The  goal  too  far  for  steps  that  faint  and  fail  " — 

And  even  as  they  spake  the  Hand  of  God 
Moved  down  to  touch  the  hesitating  scale. 

Now,  if  they  say  Man  sinks  into  the  beast. 
With  night  for  journey's  end,  and  not  the  day, 

False  guides  are  these  who  knew  his  heart  the  least, 
Tried  in  the  furnace,  tested  in  the  fray. 


58 


To/ace  />.  58.] 


LAND    OF    OUR    LOVE 

1AND  of  our  love,  with  grief  and  glory  crowned, 
After  long  travail  where  shall  rest  be  found  ? 
^     What  faithful  star  is  thine  in  heaven  to  see. 
Or  light  to  guide  thee  in  the  years  to  be  ? 

Wise  men  of  old  were  guided  by  a  star, 
And,  trusting,  made  their  journey  from  afar  ; 
Go,  kneel  with  them  in  Bethlehem  to-night. 
Before  the  Truth  of  Truth,  the  Light  of  Light. 

Turn  yet  again  to  where  the  Saviour  stands. 
With  piercid  side,  and  nail-prints  in  His  hands  ; 
And  learn  of  Him,  O  Land  that  nobly  mourns. 
The  passing  beauty  of  a  Crown  of  Thorns. 


59 


Lift  up  thine  eyes  to  where,  at  dawn  of  day, 
God's  radiant  angel  rolls  the  stone  away  ; 
And  through  the  riven  portals  of  the  grave 
The  Great  Deliverer  comes  in  strength  to  save. 

Land  of  our  love,  entrust  thy  way  to  Him, 
Alike  in  sunshine  and  in  seasons  dim  ; 
And  He  shall  lead  thee  through  the  ages  far. 
Light  of  thy  life,  thy  Saviour  and  thy  Star. 


60 


To  face  p.  6i.] 


FOR    REMEMBRANCE ROSES 

ISLE  of  storm  and  sunshine, 
Set  in  Ocean's  blue, 
When  you  strike  for  honour 
You  must  taste  of  sorrow  too. 

When  you  taste  of  sorrow 

You  must  pluck  your  roses  red, 

And  cast  them  for  remembrance 
To  your  undying  Dead. 

And  then,  for  they  would  have  it  so, 
Look  up  with  shining  eyes 

To  the  prospect  of  the  morrow 
And  its  signals  in  the  skies. 

And  if  you  meet  the  future 
As  those  men  met  the  past 

No  stroke  of  fate  shall  harm  you 
Or  pass  your  shield  at  last. 


6i 


BANNERS   IN   THE   ABBEY 

BACK  to  the  sea-girt  cradle  of  your  race 
Instant  at  need  your  strong  young  legions 
came, 
To  link  their  fate  with  ours,  and  take  their  place 
Beside  us  in  the  earthquake  and  the  flame. 

Here,  in  dim  shrines  of  our  ancestral  past, 

Deep  treasure-chambers  of  our  blood  and  tongue. 

Till  the  good  cause  should  triumph  at  the  last 
Fold  upon  fold  your  waiting  ensigns  hung. 

And  now  they  pass,  in  all  their  stately  pride, 
Beyond  our  sight  across  the  sundering  foam — 

Hallowed  through  sacrifice,  and  sanctified 
By  their  long  vigil  in  the  ancient  home. 


62 


VICTORY    AND    REMEMBRANCE 

{FOR    MUSIC) 

I 
THE     EARTHLY     VICTORY 

LIFT  Up  your  voice,  lift  up  your  voice  and  sing, 
For  righteousness  hath  triumphed  ;  and  theName 
^  Of  God  is  high  exalted  in  the  Earth — • 
Lift  up  your  voice,  lift  up  your  voice  and  sing  ! 

Great  is  the  Lord  and  greatly  to  be  praised  ; 
He  hath  brought  forth  His  judgment  as  the  noonday  ; 
He  hath  declared  His  strength  unto  the  peoples  ; 
Lift  up  your  voice,  lift  up  your  voice  and  sing  ! 

He  breaketh  the  bow,  He  cutteth  the  spear  in  sunder  ; 

He  burneth  the  chariot  in  the  fire  ; 

He  maketh  wars  to  cease  in  all  the  World  ; 

Be  still ;   and  know  that  He  alone  is  God ! 


63 


II 

THE     VICTORY     ON     THE     CROSS 

Once,  on  a  Cross,  for  Man's  great  Hope  at  last 
A  conflict  raged  more  deadly  still ; 

And  in  that  hour  a  mightier  triumph  passed 
From  out  the  shadow  of  a  lonely  hill. 

Lo,  it  was  finished  and  the  Blessed  Head 
Sank  down  upon  the  sullen  Cross  ; 

The  strife  was  over  and  the  Spirit  fled, 
And  Man  stood  ransomed  from  eternal  loss. 

His  road  henceforth  however  hard  it  be 

Or  rugged,  yet  it  may  be  trod. 
Since  He  who  triumphed  on  the  bitter  Tree 

Was  Son  of  Mary  and  was  Son  of  God. 

Henceforth  in  each  dark  conflict  of  the  Night 
Before  them  men  have  seen  His  face — 

Have  sought  His  aid  to  bear  their  part  aright, 
And,  seeking,  found  full  measure  of  His  grace. 


64 


O  wonder  !    that  the  Night  should  show  His  plan, 

Darkness  reveal  the  heart's  desire, 
O  glory  !    that  the  aspiring  soul  of  Man 

Should  turn  to  praise  Him,  even  in  the  fire. 


Ill 
THE     RESURRECTION     OF     THE     DEAD 

The  Dead  shall  rise  ;    the  Sleeper  shall  awaken  ; 
The  deep  foundations  of  the  Earth  be  shaken  ; 

The  Sea  give  up  the  treasure  it  has  taken  ; 
The  Dead  shall  rise  at  last. 

They  shall  not  rise  in  sorrow  or  in  grieving, 
But  with  a  song,  a  song  of  high  thanksgiving, 
Thee  to  acclaim.  Thou  Lord  of  all  the  Living, 
At  whose  command  they  rise. 

They  shall  arise  to  worship  and  adore  Thee, 
With  all  Thy  saints  to  cast  their  crowns  before  Thee — 
The  Night  shall  tell  Thy  praise,  the  Grave  Thy  glory. 
When  the  Dead  rise,  O  God. 


IV 
THE     GLORY     EVERLASTING 

Glory,  glory,  glory.  Alleluia  ! 

Souls  triumphant,  clothed  all  in  white. 

Praise  Him,  praise  Him,  praise  Him  in  the  heavens, 

Praise  Him,  praise  Him,  praise  Him  in  the  height. 

Glory,  glory,  glory.  Alleluia  ! 

Death  and  Hell  have  fled  His  face  before  ; 

Glory,  glory,  glory,  Alleluia  ! 

All  His  works  shall  praise  Him  evermore. 

All  His  works  for  evermore  shall  praise  Him, 
Evermore  their  glorious  anthem  swell ; 
Time  and  tides,  great  lights  and  all  vast  spaces 
Evermore  His  wondrous  purpose  tell. 

Age  by  age  His  angel-armies  gather. 

Age  by  age  His  gleaming  hosts  increase. 

He  their  King,  His  Name  on  all  their  banners. 

In  their  hearts  His  Covenant  of  Peace. 


66 


Glory,  glory,  glory,  Alleluia  ! 

Souls  triumphant,  clothed  all  in  white. 

Praise  Him,  praise  Him,  praise  Him  in  the  heavens, 

Praise  Him,  praise  Him,  praise  Him  in  the  height. 


67  E  2 


THE    LAST    MUSTER 

1901 

WE  that  are  dead  on  the  veld,  whose  bones 
on  the  hillside  are  sleeping, 
We  that  are  wrapped  in  the  folds  of 
the  Flag  for  whose  honour  we  died, 
We  have  made  our  petition  to  Him  who  hath  taken 
our  souls  in  His  keeping. 
And  He  who  established  the  heavens  hath  rebuked 
us  not,  nor  denied. 

And  this  was  the  voice  of  our  lips,  and  this  was  the 
heart  of  our  yearning  : — 
'*  Or   ever   this   wonder   grow   and   eternity   come 
between. 
Or  ever  we  come  to  the  bliss  from  which  there  is  no 
returning, 
We  would  go  once  more  to  our  People,  we  would 
fain  have  speech  of  our  Queen/' 


6& 


The  word  of  our  God  went  forth,  and  the  heavens 
exceedingly  trembled  : — 
*'  With  the  pride  of  the  pealing  bugle,  with  the 
pomp  of  the  rolling  drum, 
As    never    a    triumph    passed,    as    never    a    legion 
assembled. 
With  honour  and  with  great  glory  to  your  hearts* 
desire  ye  shall  come." 

From  the  uttermost  ends  of  the  earth,  from  its  path- 
less, pitiless  regions. 
From  our  rest  in  the  awful  rocks,  from  our  sleep  in 
the  surge  of  the  sea, 
Though  thou  hear  not  the  tramp  of  our  feet,  though 
thou  tell  not  the  tale  of  our  legions, 
England,    thy    Dead    are    gathered,    O    blest    and 
beloved,  to  thee. 

Speak  !     Was  our  course  well  run  ?     Is  there  aught 
wherewith  to  upbraid  us  ? 
Have  we  fled  from  the  thunder  of  battle,  or  flinched 
at  the  lightning's  track  ? 
Answer  I     What  need  of  answer  ?     By  the   God  of 
Truth  who  hath  made  us. 
Thou  knowest  the  Flag  went  forward,  and  never  a 
foot  went  back  ! 


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Say  !     Dost   thou   mourn,    Old    Land,   in   thy   dark, 
disconsolate  places, 
For  the  children,   the  pride   of  thy  womb,   gone 
down  in  the  battle  to-day  ? 
Couldst  thou  taste  of  the  joy  that  is  ours,  couldst 
thou  see  but  the  light  in  our  faces 
Then   should   thy   wailing   cease   and   thy   sorrow 
should  vanish  away. 

For  we  walk  with  the  great  ones  of  old,  we  are  fain  of 
their  speech  and  their  laughter. 
They  lead  us  e'en  now  by  the  hand,  they  teach  us 
their  wisdom  and  lore. 
How  never  a  bud  had  birth  but  shall  come  to  blossom 
hereafter. 
How  never  a  true  love  dawned  but  it  liveth  for 
evermore. 

We  speak  as  the  angels  of  God,  but  our  voices  are 
faint  in  the  speaking, 
For  the  words  of  the  language  of  Life  are  slow  at 
the  first  on  our  lips  ; 
Our  faces  have  looked  on  the  heavens,  but  our  hearts 
are  wistfully  seeking 
Some  sign  of  our  Queen  and  our  People,  some  sight 
of  our  seas  and  our  ships. 


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One  long  look  at  our  Land  in  the  dim,  grey  mist  of 
the  dawning, 
One  last  look  at  the  Flag,  with  a  cry  and  a  clash  of 
the  sword, 
And  the  blast  of  the  trumpet  of  God  shall  summon 
the  sons  of  the  morning 
To  the  ranks  of  the  armies  of  Light,  to  the  host  of 
the  hand  of  the  Lord  ! 


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vox  iETERNA 

OH  !   there   are   thunderings   and  there    are 
deep  waters  ; 
Yet  never  storm  arose  but  soon  it  fell, 
And  in  deep  waters  is  eternal  calm, 
And  in  eternal  calm  eternal  praise. 


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APPENDIX 


VERSIONS  OF  ''  THE  SUPREME  SACRIFICE'' 

LATIN 

OMNIA   PATRI/E,  NIHIL   SIBI 

By  Richard  Durnford,  C.B. 

fVELSH 

MOLAWD  Y  MARW 

By  The  Reverend  Sidney  Aurelius  Jones,  M.A. 


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OMNIA    PATRIAE,    NIHIL    SIBI 

MAGNANIMI  fratres,  ferrum  quibus  inter 
et  ignes 
Contigit  immensum  carpere  posse  decus  ; 
Spectata  virtute,  quies  fovet  alta  repostos, 

Et  patriae  memoris  vos  pius  ambit  amor. 
Ordinibus  crebris  alacres  venistis  ad  arma 

Ut  procul  excitos  voce  jubente  Dei  ; 
Vitam  aspernati  spes  et  bona  certa  dedistis 

Ut  stabilis  posset  civibus  esse  salus. 
Quantus  erat  splendor  cum  summis  libera  votis 

Lumen  in  aeternum  pergeret  ista  cohors  ! 
Sedibus  in  placidis  ah  !     quam  contenta  recondi 

Agmina  supremo  dum  vocet  aere  Deus. 
Per  tenebras  olim  deserto  in  coUe  silentes 

Ingens  personuit  clamor  operta  poli, 


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Tempore  quo  nostram  dignatus  sumere  formam 

Christus  idem  mortis  conficiebat  iter. 
Crux  eadem  ex  ilia  sublimis  constitit  hora 

Despicit  ut  fulgens  Stella  profunda  maris  ; 
Usque  per  obscurum  visu  sacrat  Ipse  benigno 

Quae  patimur  Victor,  flagra  minora  Suis. 
His  stipare  datum  est  vestigia  sancta  ministris, 

His  quod  supplicium  noverat  lUe  pati ; 
Surrexit  Victor  ;    surgent  et  qui  Ducis  instar 

Pro  sociis  vitam  sponte  dedere  suam.  ♦ 

Pastor  amatorum  quos  flevimus,  Orte  Sepulchro, 

Quos  tua  Crux  emit,  sustinuitque  manus, 
Patria,  maesta  quidem,  sed  spem,  sed  funera  jactans, 

Clementi  mandat  pignora  cara  Deo. 


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MOLAWD    Y    MARW 

CHWI  ddewrion  rai,  a  gawsoch  wobr  mad, 
Trwy  Iwch  cyflafan,  a  thrwy  dan  y  gad, 
Tawel  eich  hun,  tanbaid  eich  dewr-der 
glew, 
A'r  cof  am  danoch  fyth  y'ngwlad  y  Llew. 

Yn  falch  bentyrroch,  reng  ar  reng,  iV  gad, 
Fel  rhai  o  bell  a  gl)rwsant  Air  eu  Tad. 
Eich  byd,  a'ch  gobaith  oil,  roddasoch  chwi 
Er  achub  dyn,  eich  hunain  drosom  ni. 

Yn  iach  yr  aethoch  draw  i'r  goleu  pur 

Ni  dderfydd  fyth,  tu  hwnt  i  dan  a  dur  : 

A'ch    gwlad    ddinam,    sydd    drwyddoch    uwch 

y  don, 
A  wasg  yr  ellyll  hagr  at  ei  bron. 


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Flynyddoedd  maith  yn  ol  ein  daear  ddu 
A  glywodd  ochain  lef  o  Galfari, 
Pan  hedodd  yspryd  Crist  o4  gorph  o  gnawd 
With  groesu  pont  yr  aberth  dros  ei  frawd. 

Hyd  heddyw  seinia'r  Uef,  fel  taran  gwawr, 
Fn  hachub  ni  o  safn  gagendor  mawr  ; 
Hyd  heddyw,  trwy  y  gwyll,  a'i  lygaid  mwyn 
Mae'r  Crist  a'n  blaenodd  yn  dyhidlo  swyn. 

Ei  weision  ganlynasant  61  ei  draed 
Trwy  loes  a  chlwy,  yn  rhannog  yn  y  gwaed. 
Fe  gododd  Ef ;    fe  godant  hwythau  'nghyd, 
Gan  ddilyn  nod  yr  hwn  achubodd  fyd. 

O  Arglwydd  lor,  O  Fugail  plant  y  llawr 
Yr  Hwn  a'th  Groes  a'u  prynaist,  Ddwyfol  gawr, 
Mae  chwerw  wlad  yn  Hon  mewn  gobaith  byw 
Yn  rhoi  ei  phlant  i  Ti  wyt  wrth  y  Uyw. 

Gogoniant  fo  i'r  cedyrn  yn  eu  bedd, 
Sy'n  awr  yn  nofio  yn  y  mor  o  hedd, 
Gan  ddisgwyl  rhan,  yn  foddlawn  ac  yn  fyw 
A  rennir  iddynt  pan  gan  udgorn  Duw, 


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